Sometimes it comes in the form of a lover, a stare, an open road, the perfect wave, a morning of solitude, or an evening full of friends. The good things just weren't meant to last. They are fleeting, passing us by right when we realize we want those moments, those people, those things, to last forever. It can all vanish as quickly as it arrived. Sometimes there is nothing we can do about it.
Sometimes a photo is the only proof we have.